"it is to bring down one background after another to make them happy." Chang Yu ticked his lips and replied, "Last time, didn't you say that this Banlangen asked your trumpet that the poems inside were original?" At that time, I asked someone to check on her and found a very interesting thing. I know now that you are right. Even if I treat them like air, they may not be willing to do so. They want to brush out their sense of existence by all kinds of means. "

"even if the shooting is over tomorrow, do you think Director Zhao will not be happy that we have made one show after another?" Ji Yaoguang blinked.

"he called for my opinion." Chang Yu shook his head. "he also regrets that he didn't consider many things when choosing people, but for a program, the controversy is hot, and the loss is not great for him, as long as he clarifies something." in the end, it is the demons who regret it. "

"Why don't we keep silent for another day and wait for the show to be finished?" It's not that they can't wait, online rumors let it fly. Ji Yaoguang has some loyal fans, and Mengjia Village is not without access to the Internet. How can those who ask her to write love letters see the news and come out to defend it?

The guests in the inn seemed to be cut off from the rest of the world, not knowing the rumors flying on the Internet. During the day, it was no different from usual, but Jiang Yusheng looked at the loose-looking Ji Yao and hesitated. In the evening, the small theater turned into the last youth banquet, and between the staggered preparations, it played up an eager atmosphere, as if there had never been a contradiction between them.

Even on such an occasion, Ji Yaoguang's prohibition had not been lifted, and he lounged in the teacher's chair with the cat in his arms, with a cup or two of Scald on the side.

"Mr. Ji, let me propose a toast to you." After drinking wine, Jiang Yusheng looked like peach blossoms, and her eyes sparkled with fireflies. Because she was born in Z University, the little girl was down-to-earth and hard-working, so it was hard not to have a crush on her. Ji Yaoguang pulled his lips at her and glanced at the wine bottle to one side.

She doesn't like drinking very much, but it doesn't seem to make sense not to have a drink in this environment.

The siren seemed to like the little girl who often fed. With a cry, she jumped out of Ji Yaoguang's arms and rubbed her trouser leg around Jiang Yusheng's leg. Jiang Yusheng also smiled, bent down and gently stroked the little head of the siren.

"I'll replace the bar with tea." Seeing that the little girl did not understand what she meant, Ji Yaoguang gently sighed and shook the cup slightly.

"." Jiang Yusheng was stupefied for a moment, then suddenly saw a bit of resentment in Ji Yaoguang's eyes. When she came to her senses, she secretly poured a glass of wine and handed it to Ji Yaoguang, dumbfounded as she looked up and drank it up. All of a sudden, a tree of peach blossoms blossoms like a spring breeze, and its red face is silhouetted against the sunset like peach blossoms at dusk. Jiang Yusheng had a bad premonition in his heart. After a shiver, he abandoned his admired teacher Ji and stood back to the side of the court with a gentle and clever smile.

The afterglow of the corner of his eye swept Ji Yaoguang's body. Chang Yu drank a glass of wine handed over by Zhao Beiting, turned and walked towards Ji Yaoguang.

"Mr. Chang"

An Muyu's abrupt voice passed through all the noise and spread to Changyu's ears. Her posture in front of people is as weak as ever, and the appearance of tears in the corners of her eyes is even more pitiful. "Mr. Chang, can I ask you for an autograph?" Whisper or even speak carefully. This has been in the inn for such a long time, why wait until such a time to bring it up? Chang Yu smiled coldly, and there was a layer of anger in the corner of her eyes. Instead of responding to an Muyu's words, she asked carelessly, "do you know Zhao Jing?"

An Muyu was stupefied for a moment, then drooping her eyes covered the surging waves in her heart and whispered, "which Zhao Jing?"

"nothing." Chang Yu curled his lips with a smile, took a step back quietly, and turned his head to Ji Yaoguang's eyes, which were affectionate and gentle.

An Muyu paid attention to the look of Chang Yu and had a panoramic view of the change in her expression. With deep love and jealousy in her eyes, she raised her head slightly and asked reluctantly, "Miss Chang, do you like her very much?"

"Yes, I like her very much." Chang Yu nodded without hesitation. She seldom looked at an Muyu, and it was even difficult to draw her eyebrows and eyes clearly in her mind. At this time, she finally turned her head and focused all her attention on an Muyu. It seemed reasonable for Ji Yao to regard it as a scourge. The hypocritical face was full of fraudulent fragility and pity-it was easy to earn the sympathy of others. At first she just looked at her, slowly looking at her with a sharp examination as sharp as a knife. Chang Yu's words seemed to have been sealed in an ice cellar for a long time, with a creepy chill, she said, "how good is it to be yourself?" But it's too late now, isn't it? " How long can this appearance of weakness last? Sooner or later, it will be torn apart little by little when the truth comes out.

The originally pitiful little siren returned to the inn to live a life of swagger again. At the last youth banquet of the crew, relying on the honor of Ji Yaoguang's cat, his tail jumped around, sharp claws crossed an Muyu's long skirt, and he turned his head like nothing to enjoy Jiang Yusheng's food.

"Sirens, don't grab everything. It's dirty." Ji Yaoguang's voice was lazy, narrowed into a line of eyes with drunken drunkenness and laziness. Her eyes became ferocious when she got up, and her eyes turned to an Muyu with undisguised disdain and disgust. Still have the nerve to stop Chang Yu from talking, who does she think she is? His eyes gouged out like a blade, and Ji Yaoguang opened his hand to Changyu and murmured, "I have a headache."

"who told you to drink?" He was hugged by Ji Yaoguang, and Chang Yu seemed to laugh and say angrily. After a moment, Ji Yaoguang sat back to one side, stretched out his hand and pressed her temple carefully. The glass of wine that Jiang Yusheng handed over was not a drop left, and she drank it violently, and the red tide on her face did not fade for a long time, and Chang Yu was not sure how much sober consciousness she had left.